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A True Response to the Citizen Hearing on Disclosure of Extra-Terrestrial Aliens Employed by the U.s. Government...
First, I thought about how,
now that I get my "news" from the (fragmented) internet instead of Walter Kronkite on the TV, that I've lost a great deal of trust and faith in my source. That, coupled with the social breakdown of relations and family, puts many of us, including myself, in a state of alienation to begin with. Especially when we add the breakdown of the ecosystem, we can also feel betrayed by mother earth.
Further, an obscene proximity has been constructed between the world of facts and fiction because Truth (in the Greek sense of 'al-ethea' un-forgetting) has been deleted, since its domain, the Mind, has been deleted, and Reality (in the Latin sense of 'Res') has become all encompassing. Hence, there is no epistemological hierarchy of consciousness. There is only one level of 'artificial (human) intelligence,' and its got to interpret everything from ancient myths, child rearing, ethology (what is an animal, what is a woman or a man, what is an alien, what is the ultimate etc..) to which domain will discover the unified field theory etc.. which obviously it cannot do.
So indeed there is a paper thin dividing line between "fact" and "fiction" but they both inhabit only Reality (matter) — very different from the time when the "truth tables" were spread across the vast spectrum from Alethea to Res.
Hence, Facts can now be fictional and fictions can be real (by hopping across this tiny divide) as if they were fleas for people who have become even tinier than they.
And indeed we are tiny (as Nietzsche prophesised over a hundred years ago in the passage on "The Last Man" p. 5 in Thus Spake Zarathustra) : We are semantically illiterate, so translating the Bible and the Greeks did no good; we have no way of contextualising history, nor do we need to, since there would be no way to learn from a non-psychogenic history....It just becomes a museum piece for an alienated consciousness to scrutinise in bafflement (as if the historian or the artist was indeed an extra-terrestrial)...
So we are confounded with problems of mimesis: does life imitate art or does art imitate life? As the dividing line of contradiction has become paper thin, likewise with the vicious circles that generate the logical loops at the limits of consciousness; only now the limits are within Reality, so there can be no access to reflection, only a profound confusion as to which imaginal copy is a copy of the other (copy); since no original remains—it has to propped up artificially, as if techno-science could do this.
So mankind finds him-her-self cut off from both his origins and her "score sheet" from which all judgments derive, hence in complete metaphysical ignorance (though this is formally denied). Is it any wonder then that aliens would arrive now when wo-man is completely lost! A deus ex machina at the last moment! Aristophanes could not have written it better....
And yet, it could still be true, as if the gods were playing a double-joke on us. The ancient Greeks had a more complex take on negation. I believe it took three negatives to produce a negation in logical syntax, not two. Hence, there are subtle ways that "truth" could be threaded into negation....this grain of truth, that Hollywood mimics every time they claim that one of their fictional films is based on a true story (ironic isn't it, since their ‘truth’ is also based on fiction) is the seed of life that permits consciousness to exit form the solipsistic inferno man has dug himself into.
The aliens arrived precisely at the time the dramatists were composing their great fictions for mankind to save the day! Who are the dramatists working for? The Bilderberg group? Or a department of Gods formulated by Dedalus and Morpheus? Or both?
That grain of truth, however can expand like an acorn to encompass the whole of life...In this, objective-idealist history does indeed exist in the form of Mythology as an archetypically repeating pattern wedded into the fabric of the Mind. This is not the popular level mythology of Homer, but one of a higher order that reached its apogee in the Timaeus.
If aliens did indeed arrive, they also are part of the narrative. They will only expand the mystery of what it means to be alive...and take us back to earlier times when (perhaps) the same, or other aliens, were called Atlanteans or by some other name. For the common man, it will be a paradigm shift, but for the mythographer it will only be another chapter in the great epic of life...
It may invite us to re-mythologise the world, or, instead, depending on who these aliens are (or, by whom they are projected into the world—Matt Damon? Brad Pit?) it may obligate us to flee underground and re-group into revolutionary cells.
The obscenity of the equivocation of fact with fiction permits our ‘artists’ (who would have been banned from the platonic Republic — and for good reason as we shall see) to write the ‘script’ which is edited out of formal reality and project it into the inertia of the moving picture, which by virtue of hypnotic (or sleeping) effect, reduces the perceiver to a contemplator rather than an agitator. If the mathematicians could not figure out how “reality” moved across the staccato frames of the fed-forward field of vision of Zeno’s imagination without trivializing his arguments, then how is a contemplator to figure out the composition of an alien who has arrived on earth just in time for the computer imaging professionals to clone him into cyberspace.
Indeed, Zeno’s paradoxes were based on a genuine proximity between fact and fiction from the time when the two bifurcated — the only time when a psychogenic event can be recorded and remembered. Beyond this, both our historical life and our inner developmental biology pass into oblivion. Hence, the extraordinary respect and prestige given to the substitute teachers who would bring it back to us and restore it: astronomers and physicians (in lieu of the muses who were the rightful inheritors).
This tri-partite physiology of myth, reality-acorn and a tinier original-sin-acorn come pre-packed with the infant and unfold progressively (or regressively) at puberty and menopause. Some, like MacLean have linked it to the tripartite brain which would only underscore the intimate relation between mind and matter (unlike reductionist geneticists who dismiss the mind and ‘sublimist’ Christians who dismiss the body). There is a reason why the word sublime paradoxically connotes both repression and its opposite. There is also a reason why Thomas did not recognize a revived Jesus when the latter appeared to him (depicting this in film would scandalize both priest and scientist and probably cannot be made in our time).
Jesus would have clearly known the relation between phylogeny (as recounted in the parable of original sin) and ontogeny (as replayed in the nativity of every child across the planet), which makes mince-meat of all the superfluous arguments paraded by the fools who feel authorized to pontificate on the controversy pitting creationism against Darwinian evolution (since the poets had another brand of evolution) since the mythic semantics of the book of Genesis supports both evolution and creation — however, each in a deeper key!
Literalism is the language that accompanies the consciousness that splintered at the moment of the symbolic eating of the (good-and-evil-knowing-) apple as an effect of an internal discourse with a serpent. Here phylogeny takes on epic proportions: The wo-man child’s Edenic paradise is broken by one bite of an apple — the very symbol of wholeness — and her tripartite constitution breaks apart at the seams unleashing the grain of original sin (symbolized by the eyes of the snake) and initialized by sexuality, so Eve would have been coming to puberty (when the story occurred historically — which it did) and inverting the hierarchy between mythos and logos so reason and sexuality are liberated from the yoke of naïve mythology but enter the consciousness of death. This is the grand moment of the beginning of ‘sidereal’ history, but it is also the last moment of the memory of a symbiosis between mind and matter where the serpent is a ‘literal’ and ‘material’ snake but also of which the truth of its ‘nature’ is embedded inside our nervous system where it went buried, as the inverse movement to our evolution, so deep so as to end up in our ‘heel’. Hence, the fable reads:
And the LORD God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life:
And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.
In agreement with evolutionary biology which informs us that the snake evolved from the reptile by losing its legs.
On the other side of the equation, the creationists have also erred. The six day theory of the creation of the universe is a panegyric to reading mythology as a cook book recipe. The creation is not in Time but in Eternity. Time is superimposed from its impression in Memory. It is a re-presentation of something that is (already) present in Eternity.
Hence, God would have self-created only one thing: Eternity and all its constituents, like the sort of Light that was pre-existent to star light (of which the latter came on the fourth day well after God let the former light be on the first day.) We are not going to find this sort of light in time looking back into a telescope but, rather, in the eyes of the new born infant, as God and the serpent are ‘wrapped into the same package’. Or should we say the demiurge who got it all into motion.
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Science may one day sort out the link between starlight and theurgic light and link back medicine to theology (since they were, originally, the same discipline) but this will be a far more sophisticated science reminiscent of the ancient Greeks than the Frankensteinian technology it has become today.
The Greeks practiced a sort of Neo-Platonic science that advanced via contiguous emanations and which was responsible for the creation for what we might now call a ‘low technology,’ which nevertheless produced higher results (especially when factoring in aesthetics and ethics) when compared to our own mind-free technology of the piece-meal abstraction looping into infinite regression…(Hence, we are destined to pave over the entire earth and walk around in gas masks.)
The Greeks understood two things we have forgotten: there is no such thing as a closed system laboratory to insure uncontaminated ‘clinical’ results. They also understood that episteme could not trump koinonia, and abjured from an ‘industrial revolution’ that would have replaced the working (slave) class compelling the masters to do what we now do without any pangs of conscience by machine assisted soldiers: indiscriminately massacre civilians by the multitudes in putatively ordained enemy territory.
Excerpted from "The Society of the Carnival"
by James Bardis